The three of us returned exactly when we had left, strolling back to the car as casually as if we'd just grabbed coffee. Angela couldn't keep her hands off the sleek body of the car, stroking the glossy paint with open nostalgia and bubbling excitement, her eyes sparkling like a kid with a new toy.
Diana grinned wickedly and tossed the keys to Angela. "You drive. GPS is already set. Show us what you've got, babe."
Angela happily slid behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors with a big, eager smile. Meanwhile, Diana grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the spacious backseat. The moment the doors shut with a heavy thunk, the atmosphere inside the luxury cabin turned thick, heavy, and dripping with raw horniness.
